Previously known as Querencia.
Poets, as often as they say, they said the truth. Love cannot be controlled or planned. It comes like rain on a sunny day; an unseasoned downpour. Like a gust of harsh wind on a heated day. It comes with a painful epi...
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عشق پہلے تھا یا عاشق پہلے ؟ آۓ معا شوق تو عاشق بہلے
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Sitting on the bed as his bride, she felt tingles running all over her. They shy night of yesterday now rumbled with thunders, the roaring outside scared her. It felt as if the storm is not just out there but inside her as well. Her thoughts wayward and wandered in the most ridiculous places inside her. 'Would he be like other men? Men I don't want to be around with. Like those who would marry more than once just for their pleasure. Would he be like that? If so, then I don't wish to be a part of his life. More than anything in this world, the one I've wished to be mine, should remain faithful to only me and would not marry another before my demise. I am not a person to share the one I've to spend the rest of my life with. That thing would tear me apart. Limb by limb. I have been scared of this thought since childhood and I don't want this nightmare to turn reality. Allah, please make me the only one in his life'. The end of the thought with a prayer was something that brought peace to her. Her thoughts intensifying the fear in her. She had been fearing men since that incident. No one knows. Not a single soul. Her deceased father who would've done anything to protect his daughter could not have done anything to prevent her childhood being snatched away from her, at the tender age of 8. The time when her nightmares began. The beginning of all the chaos the confines of her room hides within themselves.
Her form adorned in jewelry and a jade tinted lehenga, the pastel pink net of her veil. The beaded and handworked jade painted Kurti. Both the Kurti and lehenga were woven in with golden and pink threads, the shine from the golden handcrafted work shining flickers of light on the pink. She looked breathtaking. Her eyes lowered and her cheeks tinted with red. Her lips a nude shade and her eyes shimmering with hues of golden and brown. She looked ethereal and he knew. He had been staring at her since the beginning of the night. His dark eyes, clouded with love and lust both for her. She did not felt disgusted by his gaze, it did nothing to faze her. Instead, it caused tingles and flutters to arise in her. The goosebumps that her arms had felt, the drunk atmosphere, everything. It made her flush and flattered. The rosiness of her cheeks never once left. Sitting on the bed with her knees near to her chest and the veil covering her face, she was nervous but then who wouldn't be? She did not expect anything from him. She knew what was expected on the first night after the wedding. Despite her protests, she knew he is like all other males out there, who wouldn't take a moment before claiming their rights. She had been terrified to think that tonight she'll lose something she does not want to lose yet. She is not prepared. Terrified yet hopeful she waited for him.
After a few minutes, he entered the room. The atmosphere inside was romantic. The candles illuminated the room. There was no other light apart from those candles. However, they had this rosy smell to it, and the room felt much more seductress than it would normally be. The bed was adorned with flowers and on top of it was sitting his life. His everything. His pulse began running fast, his breathing labored. He was mesmerized by her. She was an enchantress and he was enchanted by her. He had committed the crime of falling in love and he does not regret it. He now had felt love, all of it. Every part of it, or so it seems. With prolonged steps, he sauntered towards her. In his hand was a ring he had wanted her to wear.
